A little of everything post

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The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

Albert Einstein

Dear Mr. Einstein, I truly admire all your greatness and love your quotes which I often use, but I have one question …

How come they almost never apply to my persona?

Like the quote above? How come with me everything happens at the same time?

This past week I wanted to do so many posts here, but real life happened at once and I just couldn’t.

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I wanted to make a post about the interview with me at Jingle Poetry, which you can read here, if you still haven’t

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Scent of my heart

and to thank everyone that left me beautiful comments.

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I wanted in the same post to share about the interview I did at Jingle Poetry with Caribbean Fool and thank him

for his time and the fun doing the questions and reading the answers,

and most of all to thank him for the smiles.

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Caribbean Fool

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I planned on writing a poem to accept the Perfect Poet Award, at Thursday Rally, for week 38, given me by Jingle.

I accept the award here and my nomination goes to Ina.

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I wanted to thank Cherlyn and Sonam for being patient with me on our little projects.

Girls, I promise I’ll go back to normal soon.

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Thank you everyone that came here and left a comment, spent time to read and appreciate my posts.

I’m sorry if I’ve missed to answer a comment or return a visit, it wasn’t on purpose.

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And last …

I wanted to share a little happiness with you, my poem What if …?,

my Potluck entry for this week,

was included in an online literary journal

Whippoorwill journal

and all this thanks to Marissa Mullins.

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To end the post, one more thank you to Jamie Dedes for everything and always, just because she is Jamie.

Come back tomorrow and read a post dedicated to Jamie.

If you haven’t read her poem The Jinn Poet, you should, masterful writing.

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Love you all …

It’s funny how yesterday I was asking for another Sunday and today I’m glad it’s Monday …

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Standing tall

Standing tall

Can you agree blindly with laws and regulations
or balance crawls into the breath of heaven?
Imagine you can break the cold of the glass,
will you still go with “must do” and “have to avoid”?

Do you search for the line where the heart stays open
or the soul is immortally adjusted to canons?
And if you remain there for the rest of the night,
will you let in intimacy and ultraviolet lights?

Is there a map for the road from rules to freedom
or you endeavor friendship between passion and reason?
Do you invite them to the same table for a drink?
Aren’t they enemies, two opposite directions, north and south?

Does logic harm you inside or love heals the blues of the dawn?
If they enter the front door, will they sleep on the floor?
And if there is nothing left, but red peppers, wrapped in foil,
will you follow the routine, or will you learn the art of standing tall?

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"Art of standing tall" by Sonam Mandal

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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When light meets darkness

In the blogging world we meet new people every day. Some come by to leave a beautiful thought and don’t repeat the visit, others stay and share part of our hearts. Each of them we appreciate and relate to an experience. Recently I found a poetry blog called  “Inside the Mind of A Lunatic”, the name of the author – DeadPoet/ Sonam Mandal/. My first thought – “What’s with all the darkness here?”. Despite the darkness in the words I really liked every sentence, every breath engraved in the posts. The quote “When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” – Charles A. Beard it’s the perfect description about  “Inside the Mind of A Lunatic”.  Comparing Sonam’s poetry to my writing/ mostly with a hint of a romance/, I wondered what will happen if light meets darkness, if romance collides with shadows? Will they manage to survive in one common land? It was most exciting to work together with her. Thank you Sonam!


Light and darkness


Let her relish the charm of angels,
As the Devil tries to snare her in his trap.
Make her surrender to the colors of rainbows,
While twilight seeps in through the cracks.

Water shining in the violet of astral eyes,
Shadows dancing behind the sparkle of her smile.
Souls growing kindness, hands swaying softness,
There lies the sound of emptiness in her laugh.

The bells of purple dawn shifting towards one new day,
Will she bow down to the darkness of the night?
Will she side with lights and knights?
Alas, we shall never know the secrets of a lonely heart.

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"Garden of Eden" by Sonam Mandal

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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